Lyrics
Intro
You have 30 seconds to put down your drinks, do a quick check to make sure that lame dude or busted broad that’s been hounding all night is no where around, and proceed to the dance floor.
Verse 1
I’m the big Southpaw that don’t spit with a drawl.
But I can still scald with the drip from my jaw.
Flow like a miscarriage, lines just slide out.
Put these players on pause like I called time out
Yall know what I’m about: beats and rhymes for life.
But this is B.A.S.E. Inc baby, not Tip and Phife.
Treat rap like the prom. Take the crown and get gone.
If I’m not on stage, you can find me at home.
Might find me alone, in the booth on a beat.
If you come to a show, don’t let me find you on your seat.
Get up, stand up. Homey, put your hands up.
Ladies with the tiggles go ‘head put your cans up.
It aint the Super Bowl so you can show nipples.
Lift your shirt with your hands ma, it is so simple.
-You’re in the spot and it’s bout to go down.
So if you’re, ready to rock, just say Ow Ow!
Chorus A
Woodbridge. Ow Ow! D.C. Ow Ow!
Fairfax, Falls Church, St. Pete. Ow Ow!
Bristol. Ow Ow! Indy. Ow Ow!
Fredericksburg, Fargo, Tempe. Ow Ow!
Arlington. Ow Ow! Fayetteville. Ow Ow!
Herndon, Hampton, Hyattsville. Ow Ow!
ATL. Ow Ow! Tampa Bay. Ow Ow!
Springfield, Staunton, MIA. Ow Ow!
Verse 2
I hate to brag like this but with a swag like this.
It’s kind of hard to remember what a bad life is.
Forget HNIC. I’m Colin Powell.
Not even the damn president can hold me down.
If I’m not popping headbands, I gotta be Swooning
Paying no mind to what them other artists be doing.
Crank dat? Nah homey crank deez.
Jams from a man who really can emcee.
Let me stop. That’s child abuse or
A tongue-lashing from the lyrical Lex Luthor.
50 sucks but that don’t mean I’m swallowing.
Plus I got two degrees so Mr. West can borrow one.
I’d trade him for a beat, but I already got those.
And he can keep his features, cuz nobody wants those.
Album’s been more places than Jason Bourne
And caused more blown heads than deep-throat porn.
Chorus B
Norfolk. Ow Ow! Malibu. Ow Ow!
Little Rock, Longview, Dallas too. Ow Ow!
Chi-Town. Ow Ow! Monterey. Ow Ow!
San Fran, Seattle, LA! Ow Ow!
Jersey. Ow Ow! Annandale. Ow Ow!
Detroit, Denver, Lauderdale. Ow Ow!
Pittsburgh. Ow Ow! Green Bay. Ow Ow!
Baltimore, Boston, San Jose. Ow Ow!
Verse 3
I changed my lifestyle and stepped up to gold labels
Those tables, get turned like yarn and old fables
I'm so able, to give Hip Hop what it needs
I'm not God's son, but Lord knows I can feed
The masses whose goals seem to all be avarice
Chain talk, making it walk, or hopping like rabbits in
Unison. You have been tuned in to Eunuchs in
Heavy rotation but my live station.
Has been fat and I’m tired of sucking it in.
I hope these so-called ballers get stuck in the rim.
I’m sort of like a George Mikan; big man all-star
But on the relay team because I hand out bars
I got that East Coast flow, but get West Coast love.
And the third coast know I do it up in the club.
I reach across the pond and get UK hugs.
Deutschland knows I’m dope though I don’t sell drugs.
Chorus C
Phoenix. Ow Ow! Oakland. Ow Ow!
Portsmouth, Portland, Austin. Ow Ow!
Loudoun. Ow Ow! Richmond. Ow Ow!
Manassas, Mount Vernon, Brooklyn. Ow Ow!
Tucson. Ow Ow! Philly. Ow Ow!
Fort Worth, Fresno, Raleigh. Ow Ow!
New Orleans. Ow Ow! KC. Ow Ow!
Sac Town, San Anton, VA Beach. Ow Ow!
